Routine is my biggest enemy.
The idea of working in an office every day is the definition of hell to me. Every day has to be different for me, otherwise I start to feel suffocated. I would never buy a holiday house, because I don’t like anywhere enough to keep going back to it. As long as I’m moving forward like a shark I know I’ll be OK.
(Så sant. Ser till vilka jobb jag trivts i, och vilka som sugit livsgnistan ur mig…)